Can't touch me, like Gojo—Look good in all my photos
She doesn't need to remind him, not when there's been more than one terse morning when he'd woken up to some dream version of him having wronged her. He does chuckle faintly at the memory of it, and if anything, it's more proof than he should need of just how true her sentiments now are. Just them, even in dreams.
The embrace of the couch is a welcome one, as much for its comfort as all the familiar ways he and Flora instantly tangle into one another across it, as inevitable as wired headphones placed inside a pocket. His hand curls against her leg, keeping the wreath of her limb against him snug. "Oh good," he huffs on the edge of a laugh, absolutely sincere. He has always, secretly, adored her angry name for him, even if the force of what's behind it has always been terrifying. "I was worried something longer wouldn't roll off the tongue as well, and KASSito-Tal-teach-you-a-liesin is just missing the same punch." He should know, or he would have been firing back with it already.
His copper stare drifts down to the place where her touch drifts back and forth, watching the trail of her thinking there and pouring his own into it, uncertain what he truly wants the answer to be. His gaze leaps back up with a new flash of excitement as she proposes something he hadn't even considered. "You're a GENIUS!" he gasps loudly, tugging her towards him with the hand grasped in hers to press an obnoxiously loud and dramatic kiss to whatever part of her is within reach soonest. Vibrating with the possibilities as she explains her past attempts at this prior complication, he nods in agreement with her assessments of adding more hyphens or mashing them further. Kaliesinborne or Ashkaliesin each earn a quick, crinkled face of distaste as those names flash through his mind. "Yes, exactly."
It fits well with what they've promised each other so far, making something of the world for them, and it feels like the next step in building something with her, that belongs to them. "Whaaaat about, Truelight? Foreverbound? Saltmade?" Even as he says them he shakes his head, the first ideas sounding less ideal once said aloud, and using more of his family's style. "Or, do you know more words in your dads' special language?"
The thought takes a backseat for a moment as her question earns an immediate "no!" He straightens up a touch, grip cinching down on her leg, as if pressing her tighter against him could force the understanding faster via some osmosis form. "Gods no, I don't want this to stay a secret. I want to love you deeply, outloud, in front of everyone important to us." Except, he does still want to ask her fathers, even if the question feels hollow now. Their approval still matters. "Did...did Astaroth ask Danta yet? I wanted to wait until then, if it's soon, and I figured we should give them some breathing room, so maybe announce it in a week or so?" He doesn't want it running up on her birthday either, because his devotion to her is not a gift being given for that, but is standalone and monumental.
The embrace of the couch is a welcome one, as much for its comfort as all the familiar ways he and Flora instantly tangle into one another across it, as inevitable as wired headphones placed inside a pocket. His hand curls against her leg, keeping the wreath of her limb against him snug. "Oh good," he huffs on the edge of a laugh, absolutely sincere. He has always, secretly, adored her angry name for him, even if the force of what's behind it has always been terrifying. "I was worried something longer wouldn't roll off the tongue as well, and KASSito-Tal-teach-you-a-liesin is just missing the same punch." He should know, or he would have been firing back with it already.
His copper stare drifts down to the place where her touch drifts back and forth, watching the trail of her thinking there and pouring his own into it, uncertain what he truly wants the answer to be. His gaze leaps back up with a new flash of excitement as she proposes something he hadn't even considered. "You're a GENIUS!" he gasps loudly, tugging her towards him with the hand grasped in hers to press an obnoxiously loud and dramatic kiss to whatever part of her is within reach soonest. Vibrating with the possibilities as she explains her past attempts at this prior complication, he nods in agreement with her assessments of adding more hyphens or mashing them further. Kaliesinborne or Ashkaliesin each earn a quick, crinkled face of distaste as those names flash through his mind. "Yes, exactly."
It fits well with what they've promised each other so far, making something of the world for them, and it feels like the next step in building something with her, that belongs to them. "Whaaaat about, Truelight? Foreverbound? Saltmade?" Even as he says them he shakes his head, the first ideas sounding less ideal once said aloud, and using more of his family's style. "Or, do you know more words in your dads' special language?"
The thought takes a backseat for a moment as her question earns an immediate "no!" He straightens up a touch, grip cinching down on her leg, as if pressing her tighter against him could force the understanding faster via some osmosis form. "Gods no, I don't want this to stay a secret. I want to love you deeply, outloud, in front of everyone important to us." Except, he does still want to ask her fathers, even if the question feels hollow now. Their approval still matters. "Did...did Astaroth ask Danta yet? I wanted to wait until then, if it's soon, and I figured we should give them some breathing room, so maybe announce it in a week or so?" He doesn't want it running up on her birthday either, because his devotion to her is not a gift being given for that, but is standalone and monumental.
Kaisel
Sexy jutsu, I feel like Naruto—Fightin' demons in my head like I'm Itadori
Wearing a watery blue, faded and stretched-out sparkling hair tie on his left wrist
